Marked by the cross of Christ

So, I just returned from Disciple Project.  Youth trips always refresh and renew me.  This year was no exception.  I am in a stage of discovery with my ministry... a place where I am really seeing where my ministry could be potentially heading.  This excites and terrifies me at the same time (I have to be honest.)  It is a strange thing when things come clear.

On Wednesday night, my track did tattoos.  I got to doodle on people's hands and arms in henna which was kinda fun.  Several things I discovered that night and throughout the week.

I know this is not a profound discovery and it is something I really always knew but it is good to be reminded.
Each person that I come in contact with has a different story.  In this time and space, people want to share their stories.  It was interesting watching all of the different people who wanted to copy the henna that the person before them had.  Some were very instistent on specific ideas and thoughts they wanted to show on their arms.

There was also face painting.  People were painting a little bit of everything, all expressing who they were... sharing their stories.

Each of us has a mark... each has a similarity that is not visible.  We are marked as God's children.  In Baptism we are marked with the cross of Christ.  It is not something visible and each person's may be a little different in experience, but it is yet another way that we can share our story.... share a piece of who we are.

The week was great.  The time with my kids was great and taught me a little deeper about them.  My understanding of my ministry and my understanding of who I am as God's child grew a little bit more this week.